I loved her.
My grief is overwhelming, and who can I share it with? There is naught here but treachery and deceit...a lie in its own making. The shadows crawl towards me and I lie helpless in the corner, a fickle fool trapped in his own web of hate.
But, alas, there is nothing good for me...nothing that I can bear at least. I have lost my beloved, and will now give myself to sunlight and the flame. Passion will consume me...and I will not feed on it.
I am a transparent eyeball. They see nothing, but I see all...